_Raym._ You do not know the virtues of your city, What pushing force they have; some popular chief, More noisy than the rest, but cries halloo, And, in a trice, the bellowing herd come out; The gates are barred, the ways are barricadoed, And _One and all's_ the word; true cocks o'the game, That never ask, for what, or whom, they fight; But turn them out, and shew them but a foe, Cry--_Liberty!_ and that's a cause of quarrel. _Leo._ There may be danger in that boisterous rout: Who knows, when fires are kindled for my foes, But some new blast of wind may turn those flames Against my palace-walls? _Raym._ But still their chief Must be some one, whose loyalty you trust. _Leo._ And who more proper for that trust than you, Whose interests, though unknown to you, are mine? Alphonso, Pedro, haste to raise the rabble; He shall appear to head them. _Raym._ [_Aside to_ ALPH. _and_ PED.] First sieze Bertran, And then insinuate to them, that I bring Their lawful prince to place upon the throne. _Alph._ Our lawful prince! _Raym._ Fear not; I can produce him. _Ped._ [_To_ ALPH.] Now we want your son Lorenzo: what a mighty faction Would he make for us of the city-wives, With,--Oh, dear husband, my sweet honey husband, Wont you be for the colonel? if you love me, Be for the colonel; Oh, he's the finest man! [_Exeunt_ ALPH. _and_ PED. _Raym._ So, now we have a plot behind the plot. She thinks, she's in the depth of my design, And that 'tis all for her; but time shall show, She only lives to help me ruin others, And last, to fall herself. [_Aside._ _Leo._ Now, to you, Raymond: can you guess no reason Why I repose such confidence in you? You needs must think, There's some more powerful cause than loyalty: Will you not speak, to save a lady's blush? Need I inform you, 'tis for Torrismond, That all this grace is shown? _Raym._ By all the powers, worse, worse than what I feared! [_Aside._ _Leo._ And yet, what need I blush at such a choice? I love a man whom I am proud to love, And am well pleased my inclination gives What gratitude would force. O pardon me; I ne'er was covetous of wealth before; Yet think so vast a treasure as your son, Too great for any private man's possession; And him too rich a jewel, to be set In vulgar metal, or for vulgar use. _Raym._ Arm me with patience, heaven! _Leo._ How, patience, Raymond? What exercise of patience have you here? What find you in my crown to be contemned; Or in my person loathed? Have I, a queen, Past by my fellow-rulers of the world, Whose vying crowns lay glittering in my way, As if the world were paved with diadems? Have I refused their blood, to mix with yours, And raise new kings from so obscure a race, Fate scarce knew where to find them, when I called? Have I heaped on my person, crown, and state, To load the scale, and weighed myself with earth, For you to spurn the balance?